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saturday i got a txt. 'are you coming to the women's day concert at gloria?'. i didnt answer. too many parts of me dont really want to speak to him at all. nah.
i guess i should like try to work out some pictures, print them even. for tomorrows interview, off this computer. but i cant be bothered. the printer never likes me enough. the colors are always bad and unwanted stripes make me scream. + i dont have the paper today. so there. i could go to the darkroom. black & white.
a bit of despair and screaming. over cleaning my room, something. indifferent. oh i so should speak to jasmine but.. she's not online. at least not now. i think i'll be going to the darkroom. (darling, will you perhaps text me when you see this, and i'll come here... you know. there are still things i think.)
tomorrow i must remember scissors. cecilia shall trim my hair. i am very compelled to cut off thee fringe. its getting annoying, too long.
edit: darkroom was too much. i'll just rescan some stuff.